drink, drink, drown | {tris/zoe/dars}

[dars]

M O R G A N I T E
i want the world
in my hands

"It'll be fun," he pleaded. He could see the give growing larger with each begging word dripping from his mouth. "Pillar, seriously! It'll be fun and you know it."

Drinking, partying, being bad in general. These were not things people like Pillar Fray and Morganite Shore were supposed to know about. Be perfect, they were told,

Be an e x a m p l e. But Morganite had found the taste of freedom darkness could bring, and he knew Pillar would tag along for the ride if she just tried. Only once, and she would love it like he was beginning to.

There was a rhythm the night held, when the lights would find his face for a split second and then be gone, when the music would drown out his thoughts and the alcohol would keep them gone. There was a sort of solace that it brought and he thought himself well a trip to the wild, he just wanted Pillar to be with him on his venture.

"Please just try. I don't beg. You know this. Yet here I am, he said, raising his hands into the air and making a show of his lapse in character. With a shrug he leaned in so that their noses nearly touched. "And we won't get in trouble. It turns out having last names like ours means we have a lot more pull than we realize."

It was a spur of the moment event when he crawled inside his first bar. He was stopped at the door by a man the size of three normal men with a face like bricks and a body like a wall. "Age?" he had asked with a raised eyebrow. Morganite was usually a wonderful liar. He prided himself on his ability to turn a fairy tale into a piece of nonfiction using his voice. But then, facing the monster of a man and searching his mind for something, anything to say, he barely managed to squeak out a "Nineteen," and offer a cheeky grin without crumbling.

He laughed.

"And I am a princess." he had said, crossing his arms over his chest. After a moment of silence, Morganite flashed a forced smile. "Then I'm sure you look lovely in a dress." he waited for a laugh that never came, and then the man snapped his finger. "I've seen you. You Opal Shore's brother?" "Yes," he admitted, expecting the you-aren't-meant-for-this-life-you-little-shit talk, but instead the man looked over his shoulder and waved Morganite in.

Since then, he'd gone back five or six times and each time the bouncer repeated the same moves of checking over his shoulders and nodding slightly. "Mr. Shore," he would say.

Morganite offered up his best puppy-dog face, and he knew what he had to say to get Pillar on board. "We'll get Garnet to come. No, not Garnet. She'd just cry. Corran?" he saw Pillar fighting a smile and he snapped his fingers. "Yes! Corran! Come on, we'll go get her right now."